Ettore skulked the halls of the spaceship, wearing only his briefs. He was a predator, hunting his prey. His blue eyes scanned around him, wondering where you could be. He could practically taste you on the air.

The doctor, Dibs, had finalized her plans on the program. To create the child she so desperately wanted, she’d assigned the men on the ship a female counterpart, completely unbeknownst to the women onboard. Monte and Boyse, Tcherny and Mink, Chandra and Nansen, Ettore and you.